Friday, July 28, 2017

94 Years Remembered in 94 Days-Post 21

One of the many things that Teresa and my mom did for all of the kids in the family was to send each of them a card on their birthdays with  $1.00 in each card.   Sometimes the cousins were young adults and still got the card.   Although my mom supported doing this and loved it, Teresa was the one who made sure the cards were sent.

The most important reason for her to do that was so that all of the little kiddos would know who they were and that they were loved.   I could try to count how many but I know it was a lot because we have such a large, extended family.

After my mom died in 2002, I believe she stopped soon after.     I can't remember exactly when it was.   But often one of the younger cousins will say something to me about how much they appreciated getting the birthday cards.   

We even had family calendars made with birthdays on them.   Mike O'Connell and Tom Park helped get that done because they were in the printing business.

She always tried to call her nieces and nephews on their birthdays.    In 2009, I told her that I would do a blogpost about each one of her nieces and nephews on their birthdays.   I actually started in December, 2008.   I wrote something  about each one our cousins on their birthdays and it is still on my blog.

Teresa read each one and loved that I did this for her.   It meant a lot.  As I have mentioned so many times, family was the most important thing to her.    She will be missed by so many of us.   But we have been so blessed by her.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

94 Years Remembered in 94 Days-Post 20

Teresa always loved trains.   She always talked about how her dad was a conductor on the Southern Pacific Railroad.  I remember as a small child, our grandmother would go on trips as she had a lifetime pass.

I also remember my mom and I going out to California one time on the train and I loved it.

Our grandfather's route was between Douglas and El Paso.   I am not sure if he had a freight train, but I think it was.

There were two trains that came through Douglas every day.  One came around 11:00 a.m. and the other around 7:00 p.m.  I believe the morning one was called The Golden State and the evening one I know was called The Sunset Limited.

I think many of our cousins will remember riding our bikes down to watch the evening train come in during the summer.  At that time, the depot was a bustling place.  It was so fun to watch all of the people get off and on the train.

After the railroad pulled out, the depot was neglected.   My mom was instrumental in getting it for the City of Douglas.  It is now the police department and has been beautifully refurbished.   Her name is on the plaque as a member of the City of Douglas Council.

So many memories have been coming back as I try to do these posts!!!

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

94 Years Remembered in 94 Days-Post 19

One of the stories that I remember Teresa telling often was about watching the Gadsden Hotel burn down from the upstairs window.   She said how scary it was and she was just a little girl.    I looked up the  history today and it burned down in 1929.    She would have been about seven years old then.

She always loved to go into the Gadsden.   She loved the beauty of the lobby.  I know she was sad that it had declined so much.   However, the good news is that a young couple have bought it and are living in it.   They are really trying to get it going again.

When we have the Mass in Douglas on August 5, we are going to invite any family and friends to join us at the Gadsden around 4 to have a toast to Teresa.    She would have loved that.

Here is some history that I found about the hotel and the fire:

This grand hotel was named after the historically significant Gadsden Purchase. The purchase of 30,000 square miles from Mexico in 1853 for 10 million dollars was negotiated by John Gadsden the American Ambassador to Mexico. The land was purchased to ensure territorial rights for a practical southern railroad route to the pacific coast.

The Gadsden Hotel was designed by famed architect Henry Trost. Trost dominated the architectural scene in the southwest and designed hundreds of buildings in El Paso, Albuquerque, Phoenix, Tucson and San Angelo including the University of Texas El Paso. He was from the Chicago School of Architecture and specialized in designing what he referred to as “arid America”.

The hotel opened for business in November 1907. Imagine Arizona before it was a state and at a time when Wyatt Earp, Geronimo and Pancho Villa rode rough shod over the west. The hotel provided gracious hospitality to the growing business brought in by nearby mines and the settling of the territory. The hotel soon became a meeting place for cattlemen, ranchers, miners and businessmen.

On February 7, 1929, fire ripped through the hotel leaving nothing but the marble staircase. Like much of Arizona’s old west figures and culture, it was just too tough to die. The hotel was immediately rebuilt but on a grander scale with no expense spared.

Not many hotels of the day could boast about having an electric lift to reach one of its 4 floors. Travelers were amazed at the modern accommodations. The lift, still in use, is one of the oldest manually operated elevators west of the Mississippi. The hotel was one of the first to feature individual bathrooms in all 160 air cooled rooms. The hotel still has the original 1929 telephone switchboard; reportedly the first of its kind to be used in Arizona. Plans are under way to create a hotel museum highlighting the many historical and cultural aspects of the hotel.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

94 Years Remembered in 94 Days-Post 18

Teresa talked often through the years of her grandmother, Ellen Roughan.    She loved her dearly and it sounds from the stories that I heard that she was much like Teresa in her personality.

She and our great grandfather were both from Ireland.   Matthew Roughan was from County Cork and Grandma Roughan was from County Mayo, God help  us.   That phrase was always added after County Mayo.

I am not sure when they emigrated to the U.S. but they lived in Easton, Pennsylvania as that is where our grandmother Katie was born.  

Grandpa Roughan was a miner and they lived in Leadville, Colorado.   I believe that is where Grandma Scott me and married our grandfather, E.A. Scott.   He worked for the railroad.

Grandma and Grandpa Roughan moved to Bisbee in 1903 when the copper mines were doing well.   They homestead in the valley near Double Adobe.   I think Grandpa Roughan stayed in Bisbee when he worked and came home on his days off.  Although it is not that far, it would have taken a lot of time during those days.

Grandma Roughan had a cow and the cow had twins a couple of times.  There was a farmer who really wanted to buy the cow because of the fact that it had twins, so Grandma Roughan finally sold it to him.   According to Teresa, the cow never had twins again.

Grandpa Roughan died in 1912 and so she became a midwife.   I remember Teresa telling stories about how she would go live with a family and take care of them, help clean and then deliver the baby.   She did this for many years and was well loved.   By this time, she was living in Douglas.

Our grandparents moved to Douglas in 1912.  I am not sure if that was one of the reasons or not, but that is for a later post. 

One of our cousins who was actually the grand daughter  of my grandmother's sister, Annie, sent me this information recently.  I did not know this.

Our great grandmother, Ellen, had several children who died young.  This is what Margaret Bayne sent me:
John, born 1850 Tommy, born 1883; died 1886 Catherine, born 1884 Mary, born December 1885, died November 1886 Annie, 1889 Margaret, born 1895, died same day Elizabeth, born July 1900, died Oct 1900  

The only ones who lived to adulthood were John, Catherine and Annie.   John died young and is buried in Bisbee.  

I am going to try to share a link on their gravesite if I can.  

Monday, July 24, 2017

94 Years Remembered in 94 Days-Post 17

As I am staying here in Oakland while Patrick and Eduardo are in Cuba, it has brought back memories of Teresa's last trip.  Kerri, Cameron and I had taken her to Virginia for the Scott Family Reunion at the Farm over the 4th of July weekend.   I thought that would probably be her last trip as it was very hard on her.

However, it was very important to me for her to see Patrick's house in Oakland.  I had helped him buy it the previous March.   I knew that it would have been very important to her before the dementia started to kick in so much.  At that point, she was in and out of it depending on the day.

We planned a weekend.   Judy, Kerri, and Cameron came with us.   They stayed at a hotel and Teresa and I stayed with Patrick.   Saturday night we had a barbecue and invited the many family members who live in the Bay Area.   Most of them came and Teresa had a wonderful time.   For many of them, it was their last time to see her.   

Several of the cousins who weren't able to come Saturday came on Sunday and spent a few hours with her.

We stayed a few extra days after Kerri, Judy and Cameron went home.   The trip was a bit hard on her.   Although I am really glad that we came so that the cousins could visit with her, it was really so important to me to have her see Patrick's house.

He has overcome a lot of issues.   We are so proud of him and what he is doing with his life.   

I thought I had taken pictures, but I apparently didn't so I am just posting pictures of the outside of his house, the side yard that was filled with tables and chairs (and family) in September and the living room.   What touches my heart is the picture in the top right hand corner of the living room picture.   It is a sketch of 858 in Douglas.

Being here is so relaxing and peaceful for me right now.   I will be going back the 25th for the start of the school year where I have to welcome new teachers one day, do Teresa's eulogy at St. Mary's, welcome back all Gilbert teachers (in two sessions) with a lighthearted speech and the the eulogy again at St. Luke's.     I know I can do it!  I am trying to get my crying out of the way here remembering her and remembering how much she loved to travel for family events.   It means a lot that this was her last trip!!

Sunday, July 23, 2017

94 Years Remembered in 94 Days-Post 16

 When I got to Patrick's house in Oakland, I took a picture of his car. This car belonged to my mom and Teresa. It is a 1998 Oldsmobile. When Teresa finally quit driving in about 2014 because "people kept running into the car and denting it," she gave it to Cameron. He didn't get his license so Patrick took it to California. 

At the time, it only had about 50,000 miles on it. It is still running great. He picked me up at the airport in it. Still has cigarette burns from my mom smoking in it on the seats and all of the dents that it acquired through the years. It is almost 20 years old and still getting around. Teresa was happy for Patrick to have it and I know both she and my mom would love that he is using it. 

Funny story--some of his kids that he taught made fun of the car with all of the dents!!! Dents or not, it still runs fine.
I think the final straw was the day that I found out the front headlight was hanging down. Not sure how long it had been that way, but she had no idea what had happened. I think when an old person can't drive anymore, it has to be so very difficult. 

Good thing I was there to take her places and Douglas is small so we had many others who helped!

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Oakland Trip Made Special with Dear, "Old" Friends

Patrick asked me if I would like to go to Cuba with him  a few months ago.    The last two summers we spent a week in the Caribbean, which was really fun.    However, Cuba is not a place that I really want to visit so I said no.   With all that has happened over the last month and with the passing of Teresa, it is better that I didn't go.

However, he did ask if I would stay at his house while he is  gone and take care of my grandpug, Paco.   I did that last March and it turned out to be a great getaway for me.

This time I asked my friends, Elise and Jessie, if they would like to join me.  So they got airplane tickets and flew out on Thursday.

Yesterday we went into San Francisco and spent the day walking around Chinatown, walking down to Fisherman's Wharf and then meeting a friend from Douglas who we hadn't seen in years.  

We  found an Irish Pub, BarNua where they have Magners.   Elise and Jessie had to drag me out of there.  But we did have a toast to my Aunt Teresa.   I love this sign that was in the bar.

And here is a picture of Elise and I enjoying ourselves.

We then went to eat at the Stinking Rose and met our friend from high school in Douglas, Pam Stine.  She and Elise were very close and I always liked her.   She was a few years behind me in school.   The Stinking Rose is a garlic restaurant and is probably my favorite restaurant ever.

That was followed by Beach Blanket Babylon.  It is a musical parody and I have seen it so many times.  The last time was in March.  I think I could go to it once a month.   They make fun of politicians and public figures in a very hilarious way.

Today we are headed to Jack London Square.   We will walk around and find a good place for sea food or whatever we can find.

I love having Jessie and Elise here.   They have been such great friends to me for several years and I can never thank them enough for their friendship.